Little Johnnys’ Smokin

Little Johnnys’ Smokin
Written by Donovan L. Green,
12/30/2008 1:07 AM

Me an Amber useta pittle, and sometimes fiddle, I guess we liked each other a little
We made fun of her mom’s knees, called her knock knees, and ran over to little Johnny’s
We played with a little frog croakin, after we’d been tokin, and then lied about smoken
we drove around in my corvette, chewing on our regret while smoking a cigarette
She used to pout, because I wasn’t very stout, which caused problems when we went out
Our love wasn’t much defined, it wasn’t much benign, but she liked me to slap her behind
My dad said I was a dud, I thought I was a stud, but in school all I could say was duh
I was strong as a mules head, sleeping in a fools bed, I needed to bring in wood from the shed

Author: d

i have had a couple of close friends short term, but otherwise i have spent my whole life alone. My parents distanced themselves from me but not my siblings. Loneliness happens when we are not acceptable for who we are. Not being accepted is a thick heavy shroud that is impossible to lift without being accepted. i have come close to giving up a few times but somehow i fight on for the hope that someday i will meet others, like me, and they will accept me like i accept them. has been many things, but now it is another attempt to connect with others that feel the same weight that i do.

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